Romano walked quickly out of the meeting room, thoughts racing.
Stupid Spain. Stupid, stupid, moron Spain. That tomato bastard better understand, he wasn't going to date Feliciano. No way was he going to let the bastard take advantage of his little brother. It was the only reason. Really! It wasn't that he liked the stupid tomato bastard.
He was the farthest person he could like. Spain was always smiling like a dumb-ass. It annoyed the hell out of Romano. As well as always telling Romano that he looked like a tomato when his face got red. Or hugging him when Spain knew he didn't like hugs. Sometimes even pulling his hair curl because he thought it was funny. Bastard! Even Spain's pervy friends were bastards. It was fucking annoying when Spain called him Lovi. What really annoyed him was when the tomato fucker would say Feliciano was "soooo cute~!". How Feliciano's smile seemed to brighten a room. His dumb-ass brother's voice was like a sweet melody. His eyes twinkled like the fucking stars! Which perfectly fucking complemented that angelic fucking face that was so fucking cute! The very presence of fucking Feliciano made the fucking bastard's heart tighten and then melt!
What the hell was up with Spain's creepy obsession with his little brother! What the hell was so fucking great about him? How can Spain love him so much? His brother was fucking annoying! Spain was fucking annoying! He just had to fall for his little brother! Not someone else, someone who wasn't Feliciano, maybe another brunette...
Not Romano. No, he didn't like Spain. His chest hurt right now, and Romano denied that his heart was breaking. The tears ran down his cheeks and curved down his throat. He had no feelings for Spain and this wasn't his heart breaking.
Romano let out a breath he didn't know he was holding and impatiently pressed the elevator button. It didn't seem to come down fast enough. He stepped in once the silver doors opened and he remembered what Spain had told him in the meeting room.
"Lovi, can I ask you something? Por favor?"
The Spaniard seemed serious for once. He had grabbed one of Lovino's hand, which laid on the table.
"I think I'm in love with a certain Italian and I want to tell him."
Lovino had frozen in place. He remembered how Spain had blushed and looked down shyly.
"I wanted to ask you how I should go about telling Feli. I want to tell him in a special way. I don't think I've ever felt this about with anyone but him."
Romano remembers the smile Spain had on. It was timid but had so much joy to it. His emerald eyes seemed dreamy as he had thought about Feliciano.
All Romano could do was growl. He had pushed the Spaniard out of his chair and left. He couldn't muster out an insult. He had felt like he was suffocating. He had felt his hands shaking and his heart racing. What was wrong with him?
The Italian stepped out of the elevator and was glad his room wasn't far from it. His legs wobbled as he walked. He fell against his door, trying, with shaken hands, to produce his room card from his pocket.
Once inside, the brunette laid on the heavily pillowed bed, not even bothering to remove his shoes. He finally let himself break down. Spain loved Feliciano.
Spain had texted him hours later asking why him why he was so mad. He loved Feli and Romano had to stop being so overprotective of the the younger Italian.
Romano pulled out of the bed. He needed a drink. Now.
It would be better to just drown himself in alcohol then think about Spain. It would just make him think painful thoughts that would make his body ache.
The hotel had a bar right? Romano quickly changed into something other than the suit he still wore after the meeting. He took his phone, wallet, and room card as he left for the bar.
The World Conference was held in Paris this time. Great fucking place to go through a love crises. Romano cursed France, they just had to hold the conference in the stupid French bastard's home. It provided the perfect atmosphere for that bastard Spain to confess to Feliciano.
Romano quickened his pace towards the bar.
The hotel's bar was actually on the top floor. It was lightly lit and had some candles all around. The tables and chairs were a red mahogany wood and the walls were painted red. One side of the wall was just glass and you could see the Eiffel Tower, it was lit in pretty blue lights. It was a gorgeous view against the violet and pink sky as the sun set below the city.
The bar was half full with people. He could see some of the nations there socializing and having a drink after a long day of endless discussions about foreign policies. More like beating the crap out each other, the nations hardly talked out their problems.
Romano sat at the end of the bar. The bartender was a pretty little thing with short blond hair. The Italian gave her a charming smile as he ordered a bottle of wine.
"Coming right up cutie," the blonde said with a wink.
He would get really annoyed when Spain called him cute.
The bartender brought over the wine.
"Enjoy," she said with a smile and another wink. Her teeth were a pearly white and her lips were a nice pink color.
Spain had a stupid smile.
He poured the open wine bottle into his glass. It wouldn't be long till he emptied the whole bottle. Romano sat with his back facing the glass wall that poured in the light of the blue tower. He laid his chin on his arm, taking down more gulps of wine.
Hello there dear reader. This is my first story. It will only be a few chapters long. If I made any spelling or grammer errors, don't be shy to point them out to me. Thanks a bunch!